Post by Unzumi on May 18, 2007 7:32:06 GMT -5
Place: Mbaamwezi Kame Desert
Participants: Ausikifa, Katikalemtweo
Summary: Auskifa sneaks across the border for some mischief, and Katikalemtweo remains hungry and becomes weirded out.
He's not supposed to beee heeeere~~ But here he is, back in the lands of his enemies after skirting the desert border. And.. why is he here? To piss off the 'Queen of the Mbaamwezi' for one, and two.. just because it's fun. The adolescent snakes across the barren stretch of land, his shoulders arching high into the air with each heavy paw print into the sand, and the warm breeze blows the tiny grains into his long, black and gold bangs. The son of Seth eventually slows his pace until, with the flick of his tail, he slides his forepaws down into the sand and flops ungracefully to his belly, a curved sneer resting across his muzzle. Ausikifa flicks his ears up from the tangle of his mane, narrowed blue eyes rolling over the horizon -- nono, leering at the horizon.
It had been a rough day so far, for the scruffy little lion cub. He had woken up this morning to go on a mission and find something edible for his rumbling stomach, but the only thing he'd found so far were beetles and dead leaves, which he didn't particularly consider a proper breakfast. All the tiny, scampering things were far too quick, though; he wasn't sure /how/ they did it, but they managed to get away from his claws time and time again, and were so insufferably cheerful about it afterward. Finally, he tried to get a very juicy-looking, slow-moving individual that didn't look like it could evade him; how was /he/ supposed to know that the honey badger, the African ratel, was one of the most fierce creatures in Africa? It had near eaten /him/, and he had fled, leaving roughly a third of his tail still behind. Now, the red-hued child was moodily pacing through the desert. Da.mn badger. Da.mn squeaky things. Da.mneverything. He really ought to learn another swearword, he mused; his mother, despising the words, had left him with only a very limited vocabulary in that respect. S'not fair, not knowin' even how to get annoyed, he mutters to himself. Wot good're manners, anywho? It's dubious that asking that the next thing he sees lays down and dies to become his next meal will work. Grumbling, he scuffs with a paw at the sandy desert floor. The fine flock of dust thats sent up makes him sneeze, suddenly, and he flops down onto his haunches in surprise. Da.mn wait, there was something. Over there. It had just flopped down, rather distinctly. Kat' squints, standing upright again. It's another lion; a male, and larger, although not an adult yet. Not /quite/ a fool, he realizes that going up to a stranger will cause its own set of hazards; still, he's hungry enough to do /something/, so he creeps toward Ausikifa. After all can't hurt, eh? Where there's a lion, there's bound to be food, eventually.
Weeell, in a normal situation, yes, but Ausikifa isn't your average lion and can't hunt worth a crocodile out of water. It takes him a while to notice the creeping cubling, but anyone spending enough time around Ausi' will know that he doesn't let creeping things alone for very long, considering he's supposed to be the creeping one. Slowly, imperceptibly, his eyes pry themselves away from the distant line in the sand -- as it were -- and lands on smaller, scraggly form of a cub. Blink. The adolescent eventually rumbles up a snort, a rather distasteful sound, mind you, and curls his lips up in something that resembles both a smile and a sneer all wrapped up in one nice little package, sans bow. Ausikifa's tongue smacks noisily along his muzzle, a rumble bubbling up from his chest. Yeesssss?
Um. This wasn't precisely how it was supposed to go, and it's probable that the child is suddenly rethinking his initial idea as one to file away in the 'stupid' category. At that look, and the following snort, Kat' is suddenly very well-aware of his size restrictions, and freezes, one paw held above the ground, his gaze fixed upon Ausikifa. While another child might look around for help, /this/ child is well aware that there will not be any forthcoming, unless there's some sudden miraculous and perhaps divine intervention. The sneering part of that smile does not particularly bode well. No. Kat' puts on a suddenly goofy and sheepish grin, tail twitching nervously as he calls out to the other; it's just too late to flee /now/. "Ahoy, yer 'onor, I, um, didn't mean t'disturb your...er...noble slumber 'n whatnot. Just, um, y'know, passin' by. Um. Enjoyin'...the...the sun, an' suchlike?"
Oh, lookie lookie, a talker! Ausikifa's ears twist slowly forward, as if it was the hardest thing in the world for them to do, and his tail mimics their effort by rising and falling with a painfully deliberate curling and uncurling. The grin.. thing on the male's muzzle widens to a degree as an amused chuckle emerges from between his teeth. "Wandering, little one? No one wanders through this territory. It just doesn't happen. Creatures get killed that way." Cue dramatic pause. Ausikifa's eyes widen in delight, although they flit from the child to the center of the territory. "Not by me, 'course, mind you," Ausikifa offers with a dismissive wave of his paw. Nono, certainly not him. Pause. Grin. "I don't think I know you, cubling," Auskifa murmurs, pointing said paw to the child, "but you're certainly not Zira's, nono. You're not ugly enough to be hers." Doublegrin.
The cub watches the progress of that tail, nervously grinning back at the male. "Haha - wandering, 'course I wasn't wandering," he replies, in a shakey titter. "Me, wandering! Hah, that's a good 'un. I was, uh - scouting, yeah, s'right. That's me, a scout." He doesn't like the veiled threat in the lion's words, if indeed that /was/ one. He hadn't much practice with that sort of thing. But Kat' relaxes visibly when Ausi' continues. Huh. Not by him. 'Course not. He puts the paw on the ground, glad to have all four feet there again. It makes running away a little easier. Well. His ears perk at the last comment. Who the flippin' heck is Zira? "Ngh," he comments, and then, as if this probably wasn't enough: "Uh, no sah. Neither me mam /nor/ me dad was named Zira."
"Ah, then that is both lucky and unlucky for you, cubling," Ausikifa offers before a rather droll expression slides across his face, and a jaw popping yawn takes over his muzzle a moment. The ghost-like lion lazily pushes himself to all four paws, shaking the dust from his pelt and stretching his back until a decidedly satisfying crick can be heard. He wriggles his toes, circling his impression in the sand a moment before turning his gaze down to little Kat', "You should watch out them, yesss, for her. She might have you for breakfast." There, a decidedly eerie chuckle floats from between his teeth and Ausikifa flashes a shimmer-blue gaze. "S'truth. Mbaamwezi desert lands are no place, nonono, for likes of you."
Kat' takes the time to scoot back as Ausi' gets up, rather hoping in the commotion that this slight retreat won't be noticed and commented upon. "Um. She likes eating cubs for breakfast?" This conversation was not precisely going how he had imagined a conversation going with another feline. It was...disturbing. He didn't know lions ate other lions. Killed, perhaps. Underneath all that fur, Kat' is going a bit pale. "We-ell," he considers, almost thoughtfully, peering doubtfully at the lion mass of lion before him. "Don't s'pose you'd know any...y'know, safer havens 'round here? Don't really wanna end up as someone's breakfast, I'm havin' enough trouble finding m'own." Hint, hint.
Ausikifa is not.. any other feline, no. The male tilts his head, pursing his lips in mock thought until a chummy kind of chuckle is offered. "Maybe she does, maybe she doesn't. I wouldn't put it past her; wouldn't put it past her to kill her own cublings and eat them. Mbaamwezi is a special place. Not for wanderers. Not for you, or me." Of course, he's here on a mission to kill someone, and luckily it won't be Kat'. For now. The adolescent takes a few purposeful steps in the direction that he came, the wind having nearly wiped out the presence of his pawsteps. "Noooo, not reaaally. The borders of these lands are fickle places, at best, and strange places on good days." He laughs, more to himself than anyone else, "The Kivuli won't eat you.. but they're stuck in their own world; and the Forgotten Lands far from here? They are just that.. forgotten."
"Kinda difficult to, uh, keep a pride goin' if you eat yer own cubs," Kat' injects his thoughts into the mess, skeptical. "I mean, y'd have to be a real crazy t'do that sorta thing." But maybe this lion is right; maybe this pride /is/ crazy. In which case, he'd do best to avoid it. But the little russet-colored cub is having some trouble coping with the fact that an entire /pride/ is evil. It boggles the mind. "Huh. A chap can't really settle down if that's the case," he complains, but quietly. He has his own doubts about Ausikifa, too. There's something just slightly off about the other male; he's not certain it would be intelligent to hang around him for an extended period of time. Still, the other hasn't yet tried to eat him, or do more than offer him some vague advice, so Kat stays put. Obviously, his hint didn't quite go through. Dratitall. "Kivuli, huh?" That rings a slight bell, but he doesn't say what's on his mind. "Forgotten Lands...daft name. Obviously somebody 'members 'em."
"Forgotten ghosts, more like it," offers Ausikifa, though the offer isn't really helpful, nor is anything that comes spouting from the adolescent's mind. He lifts his eyes from the cub, brows drawing downward as he lets them rove over the shimmering horizon line, his lips making a decidedly hungry smacking sounds. "You've come to quite the wrong place for food, though I suggest you keep going unless you want to become it, yes?" Ausikifa chuffs lightly, tail tuft flicking between his back legs in an odd, dancing rhythym known only to it. "The Mbaamwezi are.. strange; their history has always been so and it is no place for a cub." Evileye. He should know, he grew up there. Praise Seth!
"Oh, ghosts. You don' have to worry 'bout them, all they can do is look scary," Kat' says, with a scornful flick of his tail. You needed to worry about real flesh-and-blood animals, they were the problem. His fear fading as the male doesn't chase after him, Kat' finds himself rather irked by the male's pompous attitude and quiet threats. Huh. But there's no way he's going to compete against /that/, so...he flicks his ears back and slinks away a few paces, definitely pouting. Mbaamwezi...more bell-ringing. "Yeah, well, give 'em a kick for me if you see any of 'em," he calls back moodily. Ausi's certainly going to be no help in the food area. A bit more cocky as he moves off, further away from the male, he flicks his tail. "From Katikalemtweo, that's me."
Ausikifa laughs, slowly, a deep noise that rises in both intensity and pitch as time passes, and the adolescent can only shake his head when the noise has faded. His eyes return from their distant stare, to the ground where the cub had been, to his subtle paw prints in the sand, and finally landing again on the smaller lion's figure. "Yes, yes you should worry about flesh and blood lions, Katikalemtweo." Pause. Ear flick. "Quite a name, quite a name, yes, one that I will remember, for sure." Ausikifa nods, a grin twisting his whiskers. He might be strange and arrogant, but the little cub reminds him of himself.. not too long ago, with just a liiiiittle more sanity in tact. "You find that food, cubling, and don't become it, yes?"
The russet-colored boy turns about a little, head tilted, peering at Ausikifa. The laugh rather hurts his pride; he hadn't thought he had been funny about anything. Puffing up slightly, Kat' tries to glare at the adolescent, but finds that he can't; he still retains enough sense in that, at least. One does not piss off something bigger than oneself. It was an important rule to learn, and so the glare crumbles into just an indignant look. "Yeah, well," he says, moody again. "S'my name, an'...it's important, so don't." Not a very good comeback, as comebacks go, but it makes him feel better, saying it. "An' I will." /No thanks to you/, he adds, inwardly. He had a distinct feeling that Ausi's large form would be helpful if the adolescent so chose, and was still put out that, at the very least, the larger feline hadn't saw fit to do anything about the cub's rumbling stomach. "What's yer name?"
If Ausikifa could hunt, and hunt well, he might be useful, but that's one of the reasons the boy got a lioness -- they, after all, hunt. Mwaha. The adolescent manages a cool and collected grin, some semblance of normalcy creeping onto his face as he settles it on the younger's own, matching young indignant eyes with older, stranger ones. "Ausikifa," comes his ridiculous, haunting, seething kind of whisper before his laughter strikes up again. "And I don't hunt, nono, little Katikalemtweo. Too.. hot." Eyes blink up to the wavering sun, taking a moment to blow the bangs from his face though they fall immediately back into place. He takes a step back to the border, turning again to eye the cub, "Though I often find kills." Dramatic pause.
Ausikifa. It's not as much of a mouthful as Katikalemtweo, but it was still going to be enough to remember; Kat' files it away in a corner of his mind, but he doubts he'll forget the odd laugh and general...weirdness of this one. Definitely something wrong, here; but, as he hasn't been around many of Ausi's age, he can't tell exactly /what/ that wrongness is. Tiny brows furrow as he considers the other. And - oh. Well. That might explain it, then. And what was that LAST comment supposed to mean? "Oh. Um." He looks up at the sun. Maybe he just meant he was a scavenger - yes, yes, that must be it. Kat is feeling distinctly uncomfortable again; that's three times in one conversation, and the lion hasn't even tried to eat him or shown him anything but courtesy. Well. Somewhat courtesy. Really *weard* courtesy. "Well, I wish y'luck in yer...uh...kill-finding, Ausikifa," he says, rather diplomatically. "An' ... an' I'll just find someone who...can."
"... Hunt?" The adolescent finishes, his statement accompanied by an ear prick. "... I have." That said, Ausikifa turns tail and begins to stalk back in the direction of the border, west-ish, or so, the same heavy paw gait accompanying his departure as his arrival. Ears swivel back down into the tangled, dark protection of his mane, his tail swaying steadily behind him as he chuckle; no, no, no one tends to forget /him/ .. wonder why?
Participants: Ausikifa, Katikalemtweo
Summary: Auskifa sneaks across the border for some mischief, and Katikalemtweo remains hungry and becomes weirded out.
He's not supposed to beee heeeere~~ But here he is, back in the lands of his enemies after skirting the desert border. And.. why is he here? To piss off the 'Queen of the Mbaamwezi' for one, and two.. just because it's fun. The adolescent snakes across the barren stretch of land, his shoulders arching high into the air with each heavy paw print into the sand, and the warm breeze blows the tiny grains into his long, black and gold bangs. The son of Seth eventually slows his pace until, with the flick of his tail, he slides his forepaws down into the sand and flops ungracefully to his belly, a curved sneer resting across his muzzle. Ausikifa flicks his ears up from the tangle of his mane, narrowed blue eyes rolling over the horizon -- nono, leering at the horizon.
It had been a rough day so far, for the scruffy little lion cub. He had woken up this morning to go on a mission and find something edible for his rumbling stomach, but the only thing he'd found so far were beetles and dead leaves, which he didn't particularly consider a proper breakfast. All the tiny, scampering things were far too quick, though; he wasn't sure /how/ they did it, but they managed to get away from his claws time and time again, and were so insufferably cheerful about it afterward. Finally, he tried to get a very juicy-looking, slow-moving individual that didn't look like it could evade him; how was /he/ supposed to know that the honey badger, the African ratel, was one of the most fierce creatures in Africa? It had near eaten /him/, and he had fled, leaving roughly a third of his tail still behind. Now, the red-hued child was moodily pacing through the desert. Da.mn badger. Da.mn squeaky things. Da.mneverything. He really ought to learn another swearword, he mused; his mother, despising the words, had left him with only a very limited vocabulary in that respect. S'not fair, not knowin' even how to get annoyed, he mutters to himself. Wot good're manners, anywho? It's dubious that asking that the next thing he sees lays down and dies to become his next meal will work. Grumbling, he scuffs with a paw at the sandy desert floor. The fine flock of dust thats sent up makes him sneeze, suddenly, and he flops down onto his haunches in surprise. Da.mn wait, there was something. Over there. It had just flopped down, rather distinctly. Kat' squints, standing upright again. It's another lion; a male, and larger, although not an adult yet. Not /quite/ a fool, he realizes that going up to a stranger will cause its own set of hazards; still, he's hungry enough to do /something/, so he creeps toward Ausikifa. After all can't hurt, eh? Where there's a lion, there's bound to be food, eventually.
Weeell, in a normal situation, yes, but Ausikifa isn't your average lion and can't hunt worth a crocodile out of water. It takes him a while to notice the creeping cubling, but anyone spending enough time around Ausi' will know that he doesn't let creeping things alone for very long, considering he's supposed to be the creeping one. Slowly, imperceptibly, his eyes pry themselves away from the distant line in the sand -- as it were -- and lands on smaller, scraggly form of a cub. Blink. The adolescent eventually rumbles up a snort, a rather distasteful sound, mind you, and curls his lips up in something that resembles both a smile and a sneer all wrapped up in one nice little package, sans bow. Ausikifa's tongue smacks noisily along his muzzle, a rumble bubbling up from his chest. Yeesssss?
Um. This wasn't precisely how it was supposed to go, and it's probable that the child is suddenly rethinking his initial idea as one to file away in the 'stupid' category. At that look, and the following snort, Kat' is suddenly very well-aware of his size restrictions, and freezes, one paw held above the ground, his gaze fixed upon Ausikifa. While another child might look around for help, /this/ child is well aware that there will not be any forthcoming, unless there's some sudden miraculous and perhaps divine intervention. The sneering part of that smile does not particularly bode well. No. Kat' puts on a suddenly goofy and sheepish grin, tail twitching nervously as he calls out to the other; it's just too late to flee /now/. "Ahoy, yer 'onor, I, um, didn't mean t'disturb your...er...noble slumber 'n whatnot. Just, um, y'know, passin' by. Um. Enjoyin'...the...the sun, an' suchlike?"
Oh, lookie lookie, a talker! Ausikifa's ears twist slowly forward, as if it was the hardest thing in the world for them to do, and his tail mimics their effort by rising and falling with a painfully deliberate curling and uncurling. The grin.. thing on the male's muzzle widens to a degree as an amused chuckle emerges from between his teeth. "Wandering, little one? No one wanders through this territory. It just doesn't happen. Creatures get killed that way." Cue dramatic pause. Ausikifa's eyes widen in delight, although they flit from the child to the center of the territory. "Not by me, 'course, mind you," Ausikifa offers with a dismissive wave of his paw. Nono, certainly not him. Pause. Grin. "I don't think I know you, cubling," Auskifa murmurs, pointing said paw to the child, "but you're certainly not Zira's, nono. You're not ugly enough to be hers." Doublegrin.
The cub watches the progress of that tail, nervously grinning back at the male. "Haha - wandering, 'course I wasn't wandering," he replies, in a shakey titter. "Me, wandering! Hah, that's a good 'un. I was, uh - scouting, yeah, s'right. That's me, a scout." He doesn't like the veiled threat in the lion's words, if indeed that /was/ one. He hadn't much practice with that sort of thing. But Kat' relaxes visibly when Ausi' continues. Huh. Not by him. 'Course not. He puts the paw on the ground, glad to have all four feet there again. It makes running away a little easier. Well. His ears perk at the last comment. Who the flippin' heck is Zira? "Ngh," he comments, and then, as if this probably wasn't enough: "Uh, no sah. Neither me mam /nor/ me dad was named Zira."
"Ah, then that is both lucky and unlucky for you, cubling," Ausikifa offers before a rather droll expression slides across his face, and a jaw popping yawn takes over his muzzle a moment. The ghost-like lion lazily pushes himself to all four paws, shaking the dust from his pelt and stretching his back until a decidedly satisfying crick can be heard. He wriggles his toes, circling his impression in the sand a moment before turning his gaze down to little Kat', "You should watch out them, yesss, for her. She might have you for breakfast." There, a decidedly eerie chuckle floats from between his teeth and Ausikifa flashes a shimmer-blue gaze. "S'truth. Mbaamwezi desert lands are no place, nonono, for likes of you."
Kat' takes the time to scoot back as Ausi' gets up, rather hoping in the commotion that this slight retreat won't be noticed and commented upon. "Um. She likes eating cubs for breakfast?" This conversation was not precisely going how he had imagined a conversation going with another feline. It was...disturbing. He didn't know lions ate other lions. Killed, perhaps. Underneath all that fur, Kat' is going a bit pale. "We-ell," he considers, almost thoughtfully, peering doubtfully at the lion mass of lion before him. "Don't s'pose you'd know any...y'know, safer havens 'round here? Don't really wanna end up as someone's breakfast, I'm havin' enough trouble finding m'own." Hint, hint.
Ausikifa is not.. any other feline, no. The male tilts his head, pursing his lips in mock thought until a chummy kind of chuckle is offered. "Maybe she does, maybe she doesn't. I wouldn't put it past her; wouldn't put it past her to kill her own cublings and eat them. Mbaamwezi is a special place. Not for wanderers. Not for you, or me." Of course, he's here on a mission to kill someone, and luckily it won't be Kat'. For now. The adolescent takes a few purposeful steps in the direction that he came, the wind having nearly wiped out the presence of his pawsteps. "Noooo, not reaaally. The borders of these lands are fickle places, at best, and strange places on good days." He laughs, more to himself than anyone else, "The Kivuli won't eat you.. but they're stuck in their own world; and the Forgotten Lands far from here? They are just that.. forgotten."
"Kinda difficult to, uh, keep a pride goin' if you eat yer own cubs," Kat' injects his thoughts into the mess, skeptical. "I mean, y'd have to be a real crazy t'do that sorta thing." But maybe this lion is right; maybe this pride /is/ crazy. In which case, he'd do best to avoid it. But the little russet-colored cub is having some trouble coping with the fact that an entire /pride/ is evil. It boggles the mind. "Huh. A chap can't really settle down if that's the case," he complains, but quietly. He has his own doubts about Ausikifa, too. There's something just slightly off about the other male; he's not certain it would be intelligent to hang around him for an extended period of time. Still, the other hasn't yet tried to eat him, or do more than offer him some vague advice, so Kat stays put. Obviously, his hint didn't quite go through. Dratitall. "Kivuli, huh?" That rings a slight bell, but he doesn't say what's on his mind. "Forgotten Lands...daft name. Obviously somebody 'members 'em."
"Forgotten ghosts, more like it," offers Ausikifa, though the offer isn't really helpful, nor is anything that comes spouting from the adolescent's mind. He lifts his eyes from the cub, brows drawing downward as he lets them rove over the shimmering horizon line, his lips making a decidedly hungry smacking sounds. "You've come to quite the wrong place for food, though I suggest you keep going unless you want to become it, yes?" Ausikifa chuffs lightly, tail tuft flicking between his back legs in an odd, dancing rhythym known only to it. "The Mbaamwezi are.. strange; their history has always been so and it is no place for a cub." Evileye. He should know, he grew up there. Praise Seth!
"Oh, ghosts. You don' have to worry 'bout them, all they can do is look scary," Kat' says, with a scornful flick of his tail. You needed to worry about real flesh-and-blood animals, they were the problem. His fear fading as the male doesn't chase after him, Kat' finds himself rather irked by the male's pompous attitude and quiet threats. Huh. But there's no way he's going to compete against /that/, so...he flicks his ears back and slinks away a few paces, definitely pouting. Mbaamwezi...more bell-ringing. "Yeah, well, give 'em a kick for me if you see any of 'em," he calls back moodily. Ausi's certainly going to be no help in the food area. A bit more cocky as he moves off, further away from the male, he flicks his tail. "From Katikalemtweo, that's me."
Ausikifa laughs, slowly, a deep noise that rises in both intensity and pitch as time passes, and the adolescent can only shake his head when the noise has faded. His eyes return from their distant stare, to the ground where the cub had been, to his subtle paw prints in the sand, and finally landing again on the smaller lion's figure. "Yes, yes you should worry about flesh and blood lions, Katikalemtweo." Pause. Ear flick. "Quite a name, quite a name, yes, one that I will remember, for sure." Ausikifa nods, a grin twisting his whiskers. He might be strange and arrogant, but the little cub reminds him of himself.. not too long ago, with just a liiiiittle more sanity in tact. "You find that food, cubling, and don't become it, yes?"
The russet-colored boy turns about a little, head tilted, peering at Ausikifa. The laugh rather hurts his pride; he hadn't thought he had been funny about anything. Puffing up slightly, Kat' tries to glare at the adolescent, but finds that he can't; he still retains enough sense in that, at least. One does not piss off something bigger than oneself. It was an important rule to learn, and so the glare crumbles into just an indignant look. "Yeah, well," he says, moody again. "S'my name, an'...it's important, so don't." Not a very good comeback, as comebacks go, but it makes him feel better, saying it. "An' I will." /No thanks to you/, he adds, inwardly. He had a distinct feeling that Ausi's large form would be helpful if the adolescent so chose, and was still put out that, at the very least, the larger feline hadn't saw fit to do anything about the cub's rumbling stomach. "What's yer name?"
If Ausikifa could hunt, and hunt well, he might be useful, but that's one of the reasons the boy got a lioness -- they, after all, hunt. Mwaha. The adolescent manages a cool and collected grin, some semblance of normalcy creeping onto his face as he settles it on the younger's own, matching young indignant eyes with older, stranger ones. "Ausikifa," comes his ridiculous, haunting, seething kind of whisper before his laughter strikes up again. "And I don't hunt, nono, little Katikalemtweo. Too.. hot." Eyes blink up to the wavering sun, taking a moment to blow the bangs from his face though they fall immediately back into place. He takes a step back to the border, turning again to eye the cub, "Though I often find kills." Dramatic pause.
Ausikifa. It's not as much of a mouthful as Katikalemtweo, but it was still going to be enough to remember; Kat' files it away in a corner of his mind, but he doubts he'll forget the odd laugh and general...weirdness of this one. Definitely something wrong, here; but, as he hasn't been around many of Ausi's age, he can't tell exactly /what/ that wrongness is. Tiny brows furrow as he considers the other. And - oh. Well. That might explain it, then. And what was that LAST comment supposed to mean? "Oh. Um." He looks up at the sun. Maybe he just meant he was a scavenger - yes, yes, that must be it. Kat is feeling distinctly uncomfortable again; that's three times in one conversation, and the lion hasn't even tried to eat him or shown him anything but courtesy. Well. Somewhat courtesy. Really *weard* courtesy. "Well, I wish y'luck in yer...uh...kill-finding, Ausikifa," he says, rather diplomatically. "An' ... an' I'll just find someone who...can."
"... Hunt?" The adolescent finishes, his statement accompanied by an ear prick. "... I have." That said, Ausikifa turns tail and begins to stalk back in the direction of the border, west-ish, or so, the same heavy paw gait accompanying his departure as his arrival. Ears swivel back down into the tangled, dark protection of his mane, his tail swaying steadily behind him as he chuckle; no, no, no one tends to forget /him/ .. wonder why?